"Quite a few. My last project was giving a Garuda...That's a kind of a, well they're bird-men...back the ability to fly. I was looking for any kind of animal that could fly, when someone sold me some unremarkable looking grubs that turned out to develop into Slake Moths and Jabber are those bad news..." He polished his ale off and wiped off the froth with one of the less important diagrams. "You should try it if you ever get back there." Veteran to relative youngling he said that, although he knew better than to say that out loud.